My house runs on pets, snacks, and pure personality. If you’ve met me, you’ve probably seen at least one of these faces in the background of a video call—or heard tiny paws sprinting by. Here’s the squad.
Appa (yes, named after the anime legend) is five and the definition of a lovable gremlin. He’s the squishy-faced goofball who thinks chairs are optional and eye contact is a love language. We adore him even when his “issues” are showing, like dramatic sighs, mystery itches, and the occasional “I definitely wasn’t chewing that” look. Appa’s our comic relief and couch shadow.
Coco is my angel. She’s thirteen, and I even have a tattoo of her because she’s that important. Don’t let the number fool you she still runs, plays, and does zoomies like she’s three. Coco is all heart: gentle greetings, perfect head tilts, and that wise, calming energy you only get from an old soul who’s seen many treat jars. But she does try to attack anyone that steps foot in this house, she has to get to know you and gain trust to show her real colors.
Tuna is Luna’s son and a full time character at three years old. He’s chaos with whiskers dramatic leaps, loud opinions, and the kind of stare that says, “I could knock that off the table…and I will.” Underneath the mischief, he’s a purring heat pack who sticks around when I’m editing photos late.
Luna might be four or five we aren’t sure. My manager found her pregnant on the street, and she’s been pure resilience ever since. She’s elegant, curious, and a fiercely sweet mom proof that a rough start can still lead to a soft life. she’s a purring heat pack who sticks around when I’m editing photos late. A real angel like Coco
That’s home: a little messy, a lot loving, and never boring.
